Back in the day,
I ran away.
I was frightened,
I was scared.
No one cared.
When I was near,
I felt the fear.
I could not look at her,
I could not think clear.
And when I got close,
I shaked to my toes.
That feeling was severe.
It was my mind's frontier.
I could not talk to her,
I did not understand.
My eyes started to blur,
nothing went like planned.
I couldn't free my mind,
when she looked at me.
I just hid behind,
That was (insert name here), that was she.
I was thinking all the time,
Neither about economy, nor about the crime.
It was she I thought about.
I wanted to tear, I wanted to shout.
It was summer '94,
I've had no tricks in store,
I was lying in the shadow,
looking down the meadow.
I enjoyed the trees,
I enjoyed the grass.
I was lying in the breeze,
enjoying silence, watching clouds to pass.
Nevertheless, on my mind,
you could nothing new find.
She was still up there
anytime and anywhere.
No matter how hard I tried,
I could not force myself.
Every single effort
hit the bottom of the shelf.
I could not reach her,
I could not touch.
I could not have her,
it was too much.
When she looked at me,
I was stunned and I was done.
My thoughts fled in spree,
The stress has just begun.
I was alone under the sun.
While others had girlfriends,
I've had none.
It was not much fun,
I wanted to run.
And the worst thing above all,
was that it was my fault.
I was simply shy,
though I did not know why.
I could not look into her eye,
it left my heart to burn and fry.
I was running dry,
I wanted to cry!
Goodbye my love, goodbye!
I've had many sleepless nights
as I've been thinking without lights.
I've had many lonely walks,
I imagined how she talks.
I have lost her, that's no doubt,
there was nothing to talk about.
I was screwed and I was sick.
I could not come with any trick.
God, she was a damn good chick!
And here I am, alone again.
And I'm getting used to feel the pain.
I'm watching trees and hearing wind,
what have I done? How have I sinned?
I was always troubled around girls.
As I've looked them in their eyes,
as I've seen their curles.
I'm not like the other guys.
I hope this will change someday,
and that my mind won't decay.
I'm gonna try more, anyway.
I'm gonna suffer more dismay,
But I'm used to and I obey.
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